Moriarty's Sister
by ad-iuficium
Summary: "You... Who are you?" Mycroft said,still trying to process the happenings of the last five minutes. "I'm Moriarty's sister." What if Moriarty had a sister he thought dead? What would happen then. Featuring all characters-sort of. Curently on hiatus.
1. Chapter 1

**A/N**

So,I've been thinking about a story such as this for a very long time. I don't believe I'm the first one to think of it but I haven't read one fic that contained supposedly Moriarty's sister. Richard Brook sure but a sister? No. Also,this fic requires you have watched the 1st episode of season 2 'A Scandal in Belgravia' as it starts from there. I hope you like this. For now it'll be a one-shot but later it might escalate into something more. I've already thought how to continue but after trying so hard to come up with chapter 7 of Jolly's Journey, I don't think I'm ready enough to start another somewhat lengthy story. Plus,in less than a month I have to return to my last year of school before college and I have to prepare for subjects like ancient greek and latin. Please leave a review. Sharing your thoughts over this will help me greatly.

 **Disclaimer:** I own nothing but OC and my silly plot. Yes,I have gone a little overboard with the name but basically my name is Andriana and my grandmother's surname was Papadopoulou,a very common surname in Greece. It's something akin to Smith or Brown for the States. Sorry for the long A/N.

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"Jim Moriarty sends his love." Irene Adler said looking at the back of the chair that Sherlock sat. He hissed as he was too shocked at his current predicament to think that The Woman was involved with Moriarty.

After Miss Adler's retort,Mycroft Holmes was ready to discuss about his recent contact with the infamous Consulting Criminal but the sudden opening of the room's door left him speechless. Who would dare come in his room at Diogenes Club without asking for permission from his person. There was a list of people allowed in each room of the man's club and having someone barging in was outrageous and was something akin to unwritten law between the members.

But nobody seemed to bother to check the person coming into the room. It was a woman. First seen by Sherlock as he was sitting facing the door and then by both Irene and Mycroft.

The woman standing by the door was aware that both Holmes brothers were deducing her and she was being judged on her appearance by the third feminine party of the room. She knew things about those three individuals but none of them were aware of her existence.

"Excuse me,miss. You seem to be lost. This is a private room and I'd suggest you go to the reception to find the room you've been searching for. And knocking would be nice." Mycroft said with an annoyed tune in his voice. How would he be able to deal with the problem his brother brought to his doorstep? The last thing he needed was to have to deal with a trespasser in his room.

"Excuse me,Mr Holmes. I do not think I'm lost at all. This is the right room after all." The woman said and stepped fully into the room after closing the brown wooden door of the room shut. Having left everyone inn the room speechless once more,she continued.

"Something of great import has encouraged me to intrude in the ah- lovely atmosphere of your room." The last words being uttered with a strong sense of sarcasm and while locking eyes with the elder Holmes brother.

Mycroft having no recollection of this woman in his mind castle,started analysing her stance,the articles of clothing that adorned her form and lastly her accent. While it was an accent very close to a British or Scottish one, he couldn't immediately match it with one he was already aware of. A fact which left him bereft of the origins of the woman in front of him. Based on her posture, skin color, and features, he would say she was from a country close to the Mediterranean, meaning between Europe and Africa. Possibly Europe. She seemed highly educated and Mycroft's train of thought was once more lost by Irene Adler.

"Really,pet? Do tell what was of such great import that made you trespass in Ice Man's room?" Miss Adler said with the most seductive voice she could master. She was bewildered and enchanted by the feminine creature that was in front of Sherlock's chair. The Domme in her wanted to dominate the young woman and have her on a leash along with the consulting detective.

Sherlock hadn't even blinked from his seat,still looking intently at the woman in front of him. Mycroft on the other hand was still trying to remember if he knew the new occupant of his private room and contemplating sending Anthea a message to search the identity of this woman. But before anyone could say or think anything else,the unknown woman spoke again with her pleasant voice and foreign accent.

"Firstly,Miss Adler I'm not your pet."She spatted,looking the older woman in the eyes with a very cold and menacing look.

"Secondly,I have actually come here in regards to a deal you made with someone whom I will certainly not name. I wanted to inform you that the deal is off and you ought to hand your cell phone over to Mr Holmes with the correct password that unlocks the device. Your cooperation would be appreciated."

"Or what,pet?" Irene uttered arrogantly. Who was this person,coming in here,demanding she give her secrets up!? That little naive mouse! If she had he whip with her,the petty excuse of a woman would surely be bitten into submission. The strange woman smiled mischievously and her big brown eyes sparkled with the respective feeling.

"Then..." She said and walked over to Mycroft's chair. She snaped the phone from Mycroft's hand and quickly tapped four digits. After the device in her hand beeped that it was unlocked she looked down to Irene gain and completed her previous sentence. "...I will unlock it myself."

After that,the unknown brown-haired woman handed the device to Mycroft and made a beeline to the closed door of the room. She was stopped however by Mycroft's cough. She turned around and saw three pair of eyes looking at her profoundly. Some emitted admiration while others disgust and hatred.

"You... Who are you?" Mycroft said,still trying to process the happenings of the last five minutes.

"I'm Moriarty's sister." That was uttered without the strength of her previous words. She then looked down on the ground as if she felt sorrow and regret that such fate landed on her. But she quickly lifted her gaze back at the older Holmes and tried to quickly reassure him.

"I may be his sister but know that I do not mean any harm to you or your family. I have no wish to repeat his deeds. I simply wish to correct his misguided actions. Starting by The Woman there." She said,the flair of inner fortitude once more on display in her eyes. She then made again her way to the door but before she opened it,turned around and looked the dominatrix in the eyes.

"Jim doesn't send his love because he's dead." She deadpanned. Now she was looking in the brilliant eyes of Sherlock. " Let's just say that in his 'mission' to burn the heart out of you...he burnt his. The autopsy is being done at the moment by the brilliant Molly Hooper. You all are invited to his funeral. Tomorrow at 16:31 at the Bond Street Cemetery. Thank you for your time and sorry for intruding once more. Gentlemen. Miss Adler." The woman said,turned and left the private room of the Diogenes leaving behind her three baffled people.

 **End of chapter**

 **A/N**

The second one is coming right up.

Andriana


	2. Chapter 2

**A/N**

Hello again! I said this was on hiatus but I decided to write another chapter since I won't be able later with school and all that jazz. Please be patient with me...This will definitely be a rough year. As in every chapter of mine, I have to thank the lovely **Popcorn Love** for taking the time to leave a review and

1 **. HelaofHelheim** (Are you a Thor fan? What do you think about Loki? )

2\. **Storytelling-Doll**

3\. **Bunny's daughter**...for adding this story/author to their Alert Subscription and/or Favorite story/author.

Thanks, guys! I know I haven't given enough clues as to what Moriarty's sister looks like but I hope this chapter clear the air a little.

 **Disclaimer:** I own nothing except Andriana (Annie) Papadopoulou. Now on with this fic and sorry once more for the long A/N. It seems writing long ones is in my blood.

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Before the occupants of the room had enough time for each to process what had just happened the large wooden door of the room opened once more unexpectedly and in came to the same mysterious woman known now as Moriarty's sister. She hadn't even closed the door behind her when she started speaking in a hurried but gentle manner, once more looking at the other woman of the warm private room, Miss Adler.

"And third, my dear Miss Adler, how on earth did you and Moriarty came up with nicknames such as Ice Man for Mycroft and Virgin for Sherlock?! Don't you have a pair of decent bloody eyes? The one, she said pointing at Mycroft ,is a classic hot-blooded gentleman of the 18th century with a little James Bond in the mix and the other, she gestured at him youngest Holmes, feels too much to show it to everyone in particular. Do your research before labeling someone, would you?" She continued watching Irene's face transforming into a lovely shade of anguish red and then looked again at the brothers.

"I'm sorry for being so bold but I just couldn't resist. Now I will truly be going, I swear." After that, she left the premises thinking of the still warm ginger cookies that awaited her at home and her favorite book expecting her to take on once more. The woman had a name. A name which the Holmes brothers would be aware of minutes after she left them in the private room of the Diogenes Men Club.

It ought to be said that Andriana Papadopoulou wasn't really Andriana Papadopoulou. Before coming to England she decided to change it to that of her grandmother's, as it was a very common surname in Greece, and add the name of her other grandmother as a second one. To family and friends, she was Annie the beautiful dutiful daughter of two very proud parents. But in reality, she was adopted. That was a fact that bothered Annie even if she found out late in her life. She never felt out of place in her family even if frequently she mentioned that she was from Gallifrey and her father, the Doctor left her on earth for safe-keeping. Obviously a very dedicated Doctor Who fan.

Her brother, her real brother Nicolas was currently residing in Greece with his family and loved her without being aware of their different parentage. For anyone concerned, Annie was a greek citizen. However, after she learned who her biological brother was and what exactly he was doing, she decided to leave her country and made her way to her dream destination of Great Britain. She only had the help of her best friend through years, Molly Hooper.

They had met through a student-exchange-program many years ago and formed a very strong friendship. Molly was the one who helped her find her lost identity and brought to light the Consulting Criminal known as James Moriarty. She definitely looked the part of his sister. Both were at the same height with brown eyes. Though Annie's eyes were brighter and more intense and expressive than James' cold, calculating, dead, dark brown ones. While Jim was lean and thin, his sister was curvy and muscled...and a little overweight. But only a little. She had cut her long brown wavy hair and in their stead, shoulder-length brownish red locks resided.

Annie was wearing black spectacles and liked to dress with comfort and style. She was trying to help Molly in that division for ages. Now that she finally arrived in England she decided she would definitely do that. Especially now that she had dealt with the so-called Moriarty.

 **Back in the private room of Mycroft Holmes in the Diogenes Club**

"What was that exactly?" Sherlock asked out loud in shock to no one in particular.

"That was a new player in the game. When someone dies, another takes their place- " Irene answered in her characteristic refined voice but was interrupted by the elder Holmes.

"There's no game going on, Miss Adler. At least not now. As we were just made aware, James Moriarty is no more." He paused. "However, do be sure that I'll learn all there is about that woman. Shortly." Mycroft said and started typing on his phone to Anthea with his right hand while the other was holding Irene's phone.

"Well, at least we have one problem out of the way for sure." Sherlock said meaning the now unlocked phone previously in his brother's grip.

"Sherlock, I- " Whatever the dominatrix was going to utter was once again obstructed, this time by the youngest Holmes.

"I do not think there's anything to discuss, Miss Adler. I hope I never see you again." He then addressed his brother. "I hope you'll bring the file to Baker Street after you go through it. I'll have tea ready." Sherlock then made his way to the door.

"But, Sherlock!? What about me?" Irene said, sounding desperate and distressed.

"Frankly, I do not care." Said he and departed.

 **End of chapter**

 **A/N**

So, here's the 2nd chapter. I hope you like it. Creative criticism is always welcomed. Please leave a review. I know not how to continue this. I'd appreciate it if someone dropped an idea or something. Thanks. Till next time. -

Andriana,Greece


	3. Chapter 3

**A/N**

I apologise once again for not updating for so long but school started this week and it is terrible. Anyway,once again I'm sorry for making you wait again. Thank you for your reviews, you're so kind. I hope my replies answered your inquiries.

 **Disclaimer:** I own nothing except my good intentions and my OC Annie. And now on with this fic! (Who's a Queen fan?) 😀

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Christmas always reminded Annie of family. Her family. They would all be gathered in her parent's home and eat dinner together. It was the usual Christmas dinner one could see in movies. All family members sitting besides one another,the lights of the Christmas tree shining and warming the whole room. It was splendid.

And Annie had decided to spend her Christmas once again with her family. And this time she would bring alongside Molly. She wouldn't do that out of pity. No. She wanted to make Molly believe once again in people. The Jim facade Moriarty inflicted on the young pathologist hurt her deeply. And to have to perform his autopsy... Of course, Sherlock's complete disregard of her appearance left a mark too. So,Annie wanted to cheer Molly up and maybe help her find the Christmas spirit she lacked in this year. And that's what happened.

The next day of the oh-so-lovely meeting Annie had with the brilliant Holmes brothers and that despicable Miss-God-Make-Her Adler,she and Molly packed and left to spend New Year's in Greece. Molly finally got the chance to use some of her days off. For once she decided to think of herself alone and take the chance to enjoy the celebrations. And Annie's family had a knack for celebrations. They were rich due to winning a lottery a few years ago but were incredibly humble. They lived in a block of flats with ease and spend their days working and relishing in their growing family. You see, Annie's parents were already grandparents. Thus had their hands full but they welcomed Molly as their own.

She felt at home,something that Molly had to feel a long time due to her father's early passing. Her mother didn't particularly like her second daughter that favored so her husband so she rarely came in contact with her. But overall,everything went smooth at their stay in the Mediterranean country.

Untill they came back.

Apparently,Mycroft's insiders in the Greek Government didn't hame much to offer in relation to Annie's life. And hence,both his and Sherlock's agitation to find Molly and interrogate her about her so-called friend that turned out to be their enemy's sister.

And here we start.

A cab left Molly and Annie in Carter Street (Imaginative street, sadly I've never been to England.) where their flats were situated. They lived in he same floor of the same building. When Annie was looking for a flat to rent Molly had immediately suggested the one beside hers and that helped and pleased both friends.

So,seconds after Molly closed her front door,a knocking destured the absolute silence of the flat.

"Did you forgot something,Annie?" she said while opening her door. Later Molly would chastice herself for not asking who it was before opening it. Suprised,she looked right in the blue-ish green eyes of her untill-before-christmas crush,Sherlock. Besides him,standing proud but clearly worn out was his older brother who Molly had seen twice,the last one being on that fateful day in the morgue over the fake dead body of Irene Adler. Before anyone could say anything ,John appeared behind the abominable Holmes brothers.

"Hello. How was your vacation? I heard you went to Greece?" The sandy-haired man said wearing an honest smile on his easteticaly pleasing face.

"Actually,it was wonderfull but surely you're not here merely to ask how I spent my holidays."

"No,Miss Hooper. I'm afraid not. Can we come in?" Mycroft asked her.

"Of course." They all entered and John closed the door behind them.

"Please sit. Would you like a cup of tea?" The tension of the occupied room could easily be cut with a knife. As Molly went in the kitchen to prepare the keetle she could feel three pair of eyes on her back,watching her.

The tea was finally ready and Molly brought a tray with all the essentials in the living room. After everything was settled,Molly made a mental note to thank Annie for convincing her to clean her flat before leaving for the holidays. Everything was tidied and Mrs Shelby had already opened the windows and watered the plants that morning. Thank god for that woman. She was their neighboor and took care of Toby when needed.

"So...?" Molly said. Sherlock eyed her in a very weird way. as if she was a traitor or something. Mycroft not so much so and John seemed just curious about the whole situation they all found themselves in.

"Miss Hooper,we wan-" Whatever Mycroft was about to say was cut by Sherlock.

"How do you know her? Why didn't you tell me!?" His spatted at her. As if Molly was required to inform him of everything going on!

"Why exactly would I tell you about my best friend? You barely listen to me as it is!"

"You should have told me!" Sherlock yelled once more standing up from the comfortable sofa he was previously sitting on.

"Stop yelling at me,for god's sake! It's not like I did something bad! I wasn't the one cooperating with Moriarty or having to fake my death! So stop it! Just stop it!" Moly yelled in return to the now stunt consulting detective.

Mycroft and John was watching the young pathologist and the detective yelling at each other. It was like watching a tenis match and neither expected Molly to reply back to Sherlock with such defiance and bravado. She was known for her calm and unassuming nature and no one payed her any mind. But did anyone really bothered to learn more about the 30 year old pathologist ? No. She was just an asset to them. Even if John felt embarasement at the thought,it was true. Sherlock seemed to be trying to control himself and Molly appeared like she would struggle him at any passing moment.

"Just...What is it that you want Mr Holmes?" She asked Mycroft with a resigned tone in her voice.

"Well,Miss Hooper we want to know all there is about your friend as my 'associates' have come emptyhanded in regards to her file." Mycroft said slowly,like it pained him to even speak.

"Really? I'm not suprised. My country is not known for their effectiveness in governmental matters." Annie said from the door. She had heard shouting from Molly's apartment and rang her but she wouldn't pick up and seeing her door open frightened her,so she quitly entered. She was affrented by the sight that greeted her eyes.

The Holmes brothers and the lovely John Watson she had yet to meet was awkardly sitting on Molly's cream couch drinking tea and making polite coversation at 23:35 pm!? What on earth...? Time to interfere,Annie thought.

After she spoke out loud everyone looked at her perplexed. Annie looked first at Molly and explained. "I heard raised voices and got worried. I called you but you didn't pick up so I came to see what's going on. The door was open."

"Oh,that's fine. We were just talking with the...boys here." Molly said voguely and gestured to the speechless men on her sofa.

"Oh,yes. Well,I'm sorry if you couldn't learn about me in your usual way,Mr Holmes. You could always just ask me,no?" She said looking at Mycroft's deep blue eyes. One could mistake them for brown but his were handsome. Mycroft felt vulnerable and exposed at Annie's penetraiting stare. It was as if she was reading his mind.

"And excuse us,gentlemen but we are exhausted. How about going somewhere tomorrow to chat altogether. It's too late now,I'm afraid." Molly uttered,this time looking to all of them.

"Ah...Yes. We will leave you to it. Unpacking and all that. We can certainly meet tomorrow." Mycroft said and sat up,leaving his now cold tea on the small rentacular table nearby. When he reached the still open door he made a gesture towards Molly and Annie.

"We are sorry to have come in your house at such an hour. Miss Hooper. And..." He realised once more that he still didn't know the other woman's name.

"Andriana,Mr Holmes. My name is Andriana. And goodnight to you too. Call Molly at a reasonable hour tomorrow and we can all set up a meeting when convenient."

After that,the Consulting Detective followed his brother's example and left the flat in a flourish of his coat leaving behind a slightly confused ex army doctor. John came close to the door where both women were standing and apologised for the Holmes brother's behavior.

"I'm really sorry. I know we shouldn't have come in your home ininvited but you know those Holmes brothers." He said looking at Molly and then apologeticaly at Annie through his black glasses.

"But you probably don't. Eh,let me introduce myself. I'm Dr John Watson."

"Hello,Mr Watson. I've heard so many things about you. And of course, I have to congratulate you. I admire your work and am myself an avid reader of your blog. Maybe we could work together someday." Annie said giving a gentle squeesh to John's offered hand.

"Oh,you are a writer yourself?"

"No,my dear Mr Watson. I do occasionaly write but I was refering to publishing. I own a publishing house and I'd love to publish any story of yours. They're all brilliant."

"Oh,ok then. Thank you,I think." The army doctor said and heated to the door.

"Goodnight." was said by both Molly and Annie. After closing the door they both set about unpacking Molly's suitcases anf bags.

Tomorrow would be a rather difficult day. And as the three men that had invaded the pathologist's flat descended the stairs in their own time,did it occured to them that Molly was wearing form fitting clothes with glasses and that the new mysterious woman's body was adorned by small batman forms in black and yellow.

 **End of chapter**

 **A/N**

I have to say that this is the longest chapter I've ever written. Wow...more than 1,800 words! Anyway,please let me know what you think. I believe that this chapter helped you understand Annie better as well as her relationship with Molly. The next chapter will shred some light to what happened to Moriarty. If you are concerned about the ships of this fic do share your thoughts. They are already decided but I won't spoil it yet. You can take a guess...

Till next time,

Andriana, Greece


	4. Chapter 4

**A/N**

It's been so long since I updated this fic. I have gotten really positive reviews about this so yeah...I hope you like it. Updates will come throughout the year. I don't know when but this fic will not be abandoned. As I was rereading the previous three chapters I saw a lot of mistakes that I will correct in time. Some chapters are already changed. Thank you.

 **Disclaimer:** I own nothing, as usual. **:|**

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 **Molly's POV**

It was a few days later when Molly heard from Sherlock again or rather his brother.

Mycroft called her in order to set up a meeting with Annie. Apparently, he couldn't find her number. Oh, those greeks...so stubborn.

So, they settled a meeting. Annie had taken a break from being a CEO of her publishing house during the holidays and now she had plenty to do. Molly, in turn, was not in a good place with her colleagues. It was the first holiday she had decided to take leave for as she usually worked during those days. The perks of not having a family, she sarcastically thought. That was a matter to think of another day

She knew Annie, Mycroft, Sherlock and probably John too would meet up to discuss Moriarty and his death.

Annie had told her too to go but she had refused. Molly certainly didn't need to be humiliated once more by Sherlock's sharp tongue. He had really hurt her. She was always willing to help him and all she expected in return was some bloody respect.

She was pulled out of her train of thought by a notification on her phone. It was a message by Annie.

Why aren't you here?

-AP

Molly quickly typed...

I don't want to. Plea-

Before she had time to type all of her response, another text came through.

Get your arse right here! Don't you dare leave me alone with them! And I know you're avoiding Sherlock. Grow some balls,won't you? Stand up for yourself as you did with my brother. We do share the same DNA after all. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? *puppy face*

-AP

Molly know Annie was good at reading people but even through a sodding text she didn't even get the chance to write? She could be in the bloody bathroom, for heaven's sake! Oh, Annie knew her very well, indeed.

Fine.

-MH

And once more, before she even got the chance to go to her room to change out of her pj's another message came through.

Thank you! Love you! 😘

-AP

Molly smiled. Annie could be such a child sometimes. She was everything kind and sweet. Loyal to a fault. Always putting others above her desires and herself. She reminded Molly of herself. Poor Annie thought she would die all alone with her cats. Annie didn't have a cat. She always said that she didn't have the time for one but Molly knew that deep down Annie was afraid that she would indeed die all alone, unloved and unwanted. That bloody idiotic piece of a human being.

Molly rushed to dress but before she could get her comfy brown pants, she was alerted to another text.

Wear the grey shirt and the royal blue pair of pants we got together from home with your new black sneakers and the leather jacket.

-AP

Fine, Miss Bossypants. That is what I'll wear just to humour you. Molly smiled inwardly. Growing balls and a leather jacket?! What she was doing for her best friend...

Annie's POV

Μolly had to come.

She simply had to. Annie didn't know how she would cope without Molly here. She may seem confident enough to speak to the Holmes brothers but they would see through her with just one glance. There was something about them... And certainly about the elder Mr Holmes. Who names their child Mycroft and Sherlock anyway...?

The last time she saw them was in the Diogenes club with that bloody woman. She really detested her. With her guts. Like really! And both brothers were looking at that woman like she was the only one in the fucking world. As if she was anything more than simply a manipulating excuse-of-a-dominatrix bitch. All that alabaster skin and flawless makeup outside and a dead shell-of-a-woman inside.

'Why am I being so mean?' Annie thought to herself. It was just a few days each month that she got to bitch so much but what was it this time?

Annie's mind returned to thinking about the older Holmes. Mycroft was... He was like... Really, Annie didn't have words to describe him. He looked so posh and snobbish. But for all the research Annie did, she knew that this wasn't everything the mysterious man in question was.

A minor position in the government, my arse. He was the bloody British government. Why else would he try to negotiate with that bloody Adler?

And for all his sins, he was still a man. A handsome man at that. Even if his nose was a bit bigger than most. And even his ginger hair was cute. And the way he dressed! Oh, God!

To sum everything up, Mycroft Holmes was by Annies standards, the ideal man of her. He was 5 years older than her and that was ok. (*yep, in this fic Mycroft is a little bit younger. Annie is 32 and Mycroft are 37. Just humour me.)

However, Annie knew that nothing could happen between them. First of all, he was wearing one wedding band on each hand. Annie really doubted that he was married but according to her brother's files that she was able to find, he was single. Had some occasional women visits and that was it. And really, who would attract his notice. He was such an extraordinary man and thus needed an extraordinary woman. Certainly, that was not her.

''God, such loneliness. When did my life become like this?'' Annie muttered under her breath and took a generous sip of her coffee.

The Holmes men along with John Watson would be arriving shortly and Molly hadn't yet come. It was understandable to say that Annie was nervous. She took a bite of the chocolate chip cupcake she had ordered. The English cuisine hadn't impressed her much but their sweets were another story. She would definitely take some scones for home. They were bliss.

The bell on the door was heard and in came the older Holmes. He was dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit that fit him perfectly. Of course, this kind of clothes made him older. Annie wished she could see him in something less former.

The man in question spotted her and made his way to the table where she was spotted. Annie stood up and offered her hand to him. "Hello, Mr Holmes. How are you?"

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 **A/N**

And this ends here, for now. I find that I have no way to continue this. My inspiration is lacking concerning this fic. Sorry, guys. Of course, I shall continue this but it's **currently on hiatus.** If you'd like, I'd be glad to hear your thoughts on how this could continue. Thank you!

-Andriana, Greece

 **P.S. 45 days until Christmas**


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